Love Like Electrocution We've Built Our Tombs. Now Were Sleeping In Them
We mowed our ways
Into cemetaries
We've earmarked suburbs
We've earmarked morgues
Paris is alive
Parisians in all the streets
Paris is alive
We turn the pages of old sheets
We've woodworked our coffins
And now we'll lay in them...
We've built our tombs and now we're sleeping in them
